Pain never truly goes away, until you find something deeper and meaningful that cures the heart and fills it with love.

That is what Aurora desperately wants to believe. That somehow her music can save her, or even touch the unreachable heart of the guy she has liked for years.

Rora yearns for his attention and wants to experience this so-called love that could possibly end her long suffering and inspire her to chase after her dreams.

In deeply understanding the feelings of others and herself, will Aurora give up on ever finding true happiness, or will an intriguing soul teach her about the greatest song ever written?

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Daegan mouths to me that I’m next. An onset of nervousness
engulfs me. I say a silent prayer that I don’t screw this up and embarrass
myself.

Walking over to the side of the stage, I smile at the singer
as she makes her way off. She doesn’t look too pleased by her performance. She
sounded okay to me.

The MC hops up to the microphone in a jolly manner. He asks
everyone how they’re doing so far and then after a little chit-chat and some
failed jokes, he finally looks at his cue card.

“All right, put your hands together for Aurora Law!”

Huh? He chopped off the rest of my last name.

I swallow the stiffness in my throat, clutch my guitar,
and head up the steps.

Everyone claps as I make my way to centerstage. Daegan’s
right—you can’t really see the faces of the audience with all the light
focusing on the stage.

I glance behind at the band and ask if they know Kelly
Clarkson’s ‘Walk Away’. The drummer is the only one familiar with the song, so
I tell the others to let me lead with my guitar and just fall in with the beat.

It’s an up-tempo song. I figure it’ll give the energetic
crowd something to rock to. Hopefully, I can pull this off.

Edging back to the microphone stand, I inhale a soft breath
and try to spot his face for motivation. I didn’t think I’d be able to make him
out in this dark room, but somehow I do. Daegan’s on his feet behind the
audience. His eyes lock with mine, eagerly waiting for me to deliver something
great.

I don’t want to let him down. I don’t want to disappoint
myself. My chest relaxes. Melodies float around in my head. I hear
the harmonies. I can do this.

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